(Bill Anderson)

(How do you measure loneliness
Is it by the count of teardrops the beats of your heart
The breath taking that makes one day
Or the ticks of the clock that mark a long long night
It's even more much more.)

The streets are dark and empty and you walk them all alone
You think about your love affair and wonder what went wrong
You go to bed each night and pray you never see the dawn
Afraid of each tomorrow with this heartless goal unknown.

And that's what it's like to be lonesome
With a heart a broken love has taught to cry
Yes that's what it's like to be lonesome
I know 'cause I'm a mighty lonesome guy.

I know 'cause I'm a mighty lonesome guy...